Chapter 34 Thirty-Three #2
“I hope the night isn’t over yet,” I admitted, twisting to face him.
He kissed me the instant my lips became available to him, and I moaned into him, loving the taste as his tongue began to dance with mine.
“Please tell me,” I whispered against him, placing my forehead against his, “I can finally have you tonight.”
“Quinn…,” he replied, pulling away slightly.
“I want more than touching,” I began to beg. “I want more than teasing. I want all of you, Wyatt. Please.” I lifted my head. “For my birthday.”
“Pulling the birthday card, huh?” He raised a brow, and I laughed, giving him another chaste kiss. He let out a soft groan. “You have no idea—”
“Oh, I do. I have an idea. I’m done waiting, Wyatt.”
“I don’t—”
“Don’t what?” I asked, cutting him off, my hands sliding down his chest. “Don’t want this?” Me?
His eyes flashed with concern. “Fuck no, Quinn, I don’t think you know how much I want you.”
“Then why are we waiting?” I breathed, meeting his gaze.
His lips parted. “I’ve wanted you for so long, probably since you first turned me down, but—” His forehead fell to my shoulder, but once he lifted his head and his eyes hit mine, a deep breath left my lungs.
He bit his bottom lip and searched me. “You have no idea how much I love hearing all the sounds you make when I touch you or the way you shiver under my tongue. It’s been absolute torture not being inside you.
But Quinn, you’re more than sex, and I couldn’t rush it.
I didn’t want you to think that’s all I wanted when it came to you. ”
“I don’t think that. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, you’re all I think about. I love the sounds you make, too. I love the way you taste on my tongue.” I grinned at him, seeing his cheeks blush when I used his own words. “Wyatt, please—I want you to make love to me.”
Make love to me.
He inhaled. “I don’t think I’ve ever made love before,” he admitted, his voice deep and heavy, causing an electric jolt to pass through my body.
“Then let me be your first.” I reached for him, my own voice shivering as I watched him melt.
Wyatt lifted me off the ground with ease, and I gasped.
He moved, taking each step slowly as he made his way to my bedroom.
It wasn’t quick and frantic like I expected it to be; it was slow and steady, each move orchestrated as we climbed the stairs, almost as if we had practiced this.
My hands started to get needy as they trailed all over his neck, tracing his veins down to his shoulders.
Giving in to him, I kissed where my fingers just were, loving the soft groan that came from him as he kicked my door open.
Gently, he set me on my bed, his hands moving from my ass to my hips, slipping his fingers under my shirt, the tickle driving me insane.
“You better not be teasing me,” I said breathlessly. “You’ve teased me so much; I can’t take it anymore.”
“I’ve done more than tease.” He grinned, his voice heavy with need, lifting my shirt to kiss my stomach. I shivered. “I’ve kissed you here.” He kissed my hip. “And here.” He kissed my navel. “And here…” His fingers trailed down my shorts, skimming over the seam of my center.
“I want so much more.” I moaned, wanting to feel him literally everywhere.
“I’ll give you everything, Quinn.”
“I’ve told you,” I whispered, reaching down for him, my fingers threading through his hair. “All I want is you.”
“I’m yours.” He slipped his hand under my back, lifting me to a sitting position.
He raised my arms and slowly pulled my shirt over my head.
I had been naked in front of him before, but this just felt different.
I was bare in more ways than one, and his breath hitched as he raised his hands to my neck.
“Fuck…” he growled, his eyes roaming my bare skin.
“I’ll never get used to seeing you like this. So fucking sexy.”
“And you…” I began to play with the hem of his own shirt, tickling his abs the same way he teased me.
Once his chest was bare, I arched my back and studied him.
If anyone was fucking sexy in this room, it was him, and he was mine to feel.
“I’ll never get used to touching you. I love it when you shiver under my fingers.
” Lightly, I trailed my fingers down his chest with my gaze following, taking the time to trace every defined line that graced his body.
“Quinn,” he breathed, lifting my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I love you,” he hushed, a shake to his voice.
I paused my fingers, held my breath, and met his gaze. Nothing was more certain than this.
“I love you.” I had absolutely no hesitation, no shake to my own voice. I was sure. “I love you.”
Grasping the nape of his neck, I pressed into him. A breath left his lungs, and when he kissed me, the pull to him was so much stronger than it had ever been. No more waiting, no more wanting—all that was left was me and Wyatt…and I never would have imagined it was him to make me feel this way.
“You’re mine?” I asked, kissing him softly.
He nodded, whispering, “Yours” against my lips over and over until we both were trembling, completely out of breath, and still so immersed in each other.